Hi all! So, you haven't heard from me in ages and only I am to blame. I had no inspiration at all and no desire to write. I still have no desire to write at all for my other stories, but this story has been inside my head for years. And last week I was listening to music and this popped up in my head. Two days later I had written it out in a one shot of 14 pages.
I hope people will like it. I will write more one-shots for this particular story idea and might post them, but they will not be in correct order. And I don't know when I'll post them, this one just needed posting. :) One day I might put them in order, just not yet. The ideas don't pop up in order either.
Warnings: Lemon! Yaoi Atemu x Yami. It's a slow lemon, so if you're looking for quick stuff, you won't find it here.
Genres: Fantasy, Romance and a little Humor (I try).
Beta'd by Miqu. :)
Enjoy!
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The Elven Empire was beautiful. It was worth the near year and a half of travelling, Atemu mused, as he gazed at the white buildings around him. The path he walked upon was beautiful and decorated since this morning with small lanterns and glimmering Dragon-scales. As dusk had fallen the flowers beneath the lanterns had begun to bloom and now they were illuminated by the floating lights. The Empire was truly something humans could wish for: straight, clean roads without fear of tumbling over a crack, beautiful gardens attached to grand and solid homes, glass in every window and clean, fresh air to inhale with every deep breath.
Magic shimmered around him, Atemu could feel it touch his skin and it felt warm and welcoming. As he walked passed the Cenzurion Guild, he watched them as they filled the lanterns with a gentle light and then floated them around their building. His eyes were pulled towards the domed roof of the building, where different coloured lights filtered through the windows, until he heard his name being called.
"Atemu! My boy, finally", Siamun called out to him and the tanned young male turned towards the older one. "I was afraid you wouldn't be on time. Come, they are about to start the dance", the elder said as he waved at Atemu to follow him. The tanned man let Siamun lead him to wherever he had to go, the elder quickly walking up the alabaster steps leading up the hill. As he got higher, Atemu could hear the drums beating softly.
"You're very lucky, you know?", Siamun asked. Rose-red eyes stared at the elder as Atemu turned to look at him.
"Lucky?", he asked. "How can I be considered lucky?"
Siamun smiled at those words. "You are allowed to witness the ritual, while I had to wait for years before I was invited to come and watch", was the answer. Atemu rose an eyebrow.
"Invited? I was invited? By whom?", he asked, but Siamun slowly rose his shoulders.
"I do not know, my boy. All I know is that you are invited by someone who feels that you deserve to be here", the elder answered. Atemu tilted his head in question and Siamun marvelled at how the man had changed over the course of two years. He had never thought of ever witnessing mild curiosity to display itself on Atemu's face.
"Mahado?", came the question, but Siamun shook his head.
"No, he would not be allowed to invite you. Isis, perhaps, as she is honoured here, but I don't think they had the chance to ask. I speculate that Yami requested you being here", Siamun said as they reached the top of the hill. The music had increased in volume, but only slightly. It was a combined melody of drums, tambourine bells and instruments Atemu could not name. Women were singing in the lilting tune of their language and on a raised platform he could see Elves dancing. Then, his eyes were drawn towards the sky where he saw Dragons with their mates and would-be-mates. They were twirling around one another, their wings touching in caresses as they rode the warm currents to gain altitude.
"Beautiful", Atemu whispered in awe, ignoring Siamun who stood next to him in as much awe as him. Even though the elder had witnessed this dance many more times than Atemu could guess, he was still marvelled by its beauty.
"Ah, Atemu!", someone called and Atemu felt how he had to tear his gaze from the dancing Dragons to let it fall upon the Emperor. He bowed his head as the Elvenlord approached them.
"Lord Reian", he greeted and as he stood upright again, he watched the gentle smile on the man's face. Reian was followed by his wife, Shauri, and their advisers as he came to greet Atemu. He lay his strong hands upon Atemu's shoulders in greeting.
"No, Atemu. Reian will do as you are my honoured guest. The black Dragon himself requested your presence on these special days, but he had no need to request. I wanted you here as much as he did", Reian said and a proud smile lingered on his lips as he came to stand next to Atemu and guided the younger male to a platform where his throne was situated. The Elvenlord could feel how rose-red eyes watched him, a questioning fire burning within those depths.
"You want me here?", Atemu asked unbelieving. Reian nodded.
"Siamun tried to explain you, didn't he? Don't worry, Atemu, he told us everything and you deserve to be here. You saved the black Dragon without taking advantage of him. You visited the caverns of the Adamantine Dragons and you befriended them. You saved the Dragons who were stationed at the Valence Academy and you bear the marks of burned acid. If only all humans were like you, we would be able to call them our friends. You are our honoured guest Atemu, we thank you for what you did", Reian explained and he turned Atemu to the show what happened above them.
"And... you gave a Dragon back his wings", he softly said in Atemu's ear as he pointed at Yami who had taken flight and was trying to find a current to rest upon. Slowly Atemu walked forward and off the platform as he watched his friend circle the air among his kin and Reian let him. With a knowing smile he looked at Siamun, who smiled back just as knowing.
Atemu slowly climbed a small hill away from the Elves and surrounded by just a few floating lanterns and a lot of blooming flowers, he fixed his gaze towards the dancing Dragons. The disappearing sun had painted the sky with red, orange and yellow colours as from the east the stars began appearing in the dark blue night. He happily remained where he was, only slightly illuminated and surrounded by rhythmic music. As the night's sky progressed, Atemu watched how small lanterns floated upwards to the Dragons and he smiled when he could still see them. There were few now prior to the dance starting, some had already flown off in pairs, but Atemu didn't mind. He would stand watch all night if he had to.
"You're still watching?", Yami's voice suddenly asked behind him and Atemu smiled. He didn't look away from the Dragons whom where still dancing.
"Yes. I've waited my whole life to witness this and it's captivating. Should you not be up there?", Atemu questioned, but Yami didn't reply directly. Then, from the corner of his eye, Atemu caught someone moving next to him and he slowly lowered his gaze towards Yami's human-form. The similar look didn't catch him off-guard any longer and he felt his gaze moving to look into the cat-like pupils of Yami's eyes. "You changed", Atemu commented before Yami could reply to his earlier question.
"Yes. From way up there you appeared to be lonely. I thought I could accompany you, as there was no one to dance with for me", Yami said and his gaze slowly turned upwards, before moving back down to look at Atemu. "I guess you weren't as lonely as I thought you were". Atemu still stared at him and then gave a tiny smile.
"Well, it's nice to watch the dance with another", he said and then turned his gaze back towards the sky. Then, as an afterthought he added: "There was no one to dance with?" The tanned male could still feel Yami's crimson eyes lingering upon him, before the pale man gently touched his shoulder. When Atemu looked at him again, Yami gave a small smile.
"I thought that, perhaps, you would like to join the dance with the Elves and me. I think that, even though it has been some time, I still remember the steps", Yami said and Atemu looked at the illuminated platform in the distance. Slowly Yami outstretched his hand so the tanned man could take it and for a moment, Atemu only stared at it, before he accepted.
"I can't dance, however", Atemu warned, but Yami shook his head slightly as he lead the way towards the platform.
"It's not much of a dance, it's very simple. The true meaning behind the dance is about trust and understanding", Yami explained as he lead Atemu up the steps. He placed Atemu next to him and then lifted his right forearm with his fingertips pointing skyward and leaving his palm outstretched. He situated Atemu's right arm against his in exactly the same manner, before he took a step. "The dance is to circle around each other, to gaze at one another without letting go". Atemu mimicked his step forward, but they turned around one another on the beats of the gently music. The bells of the tambourine ringed gently as they took another step, the lilting voice of the singer diminishing to the background.
Other couples circled around them, but Yami kept them on their spot as if he owned it. But then again, Atemu mused, Yami thought he owned everything. And he is a good dancer. Why he thought that, he didn't know, but in time with the rhythm they moved and slowly, everything seemed to blur. Yami smiled and Atemu could feel the skin on Yami's arm heating, the familiar warmth comfortable against his own tanned skin.
"I thought you would never change again", Atemu whispered, afraid to disturb others. Yami's smile turned slightly sad and for a moment his thoughts seemed to drift away, but then they returned and the cat-like pupils turned to look at him again and Atemu's skin tingled. He felt he couldn't look away, everything was a blur as they circled around each other, their hands touching gently and their movements exactly the same.
"I have said a lot of nevers. Some I shouldn't have said and most I still regret", Yami answered, whispering as Atemu had done. The tanned male gave him a small smile.
"You promised me I will never get hurt".
"I will do my best to uphold that promise", was the reply and Atemu still smiled.
"I know. I trust you", he said and this time Yami smiled at him too. Atemu's senses seemed to dull as they continued the dance, but it also felt good as he focused on just a few things. The slow rhythm, the carefully placed steps, the warmth from Yami's hand against his, those mesmerizing crimson eyes staring at him... He felt warm and comfortable, but also light-headed and he found he couldn't break his eye-contact with Yami. He didn't want to look away, he wouldn't be able to. It felt good to be in his presence, to have him near and Atemu realised he had been afraid. Afraid Yami would've left him the moment he had been able to fly again. The fact he was still here warmed Atemu to his core and it made him feel special.
When the music stopped it broke the spell that had befallen upon the dancing people. Elves walked off the platform with their arms intertwined and when they came to a halt, Atemu felt disappointed. He could've enjoyed this dance for a while longer. Yami continued to hold his hand gently as they faced each other. Yami smiled, his crimson eyes aflame with something Atemu couldn't read.
"Thank you for dancing with me", Yami said in a hushed voice and it made the tanned male smile to know that he wasn't the only one who wanted the spell to linger just a little longer. Then he frowned slightly.
"You're leaving?", he asked, but Yami shook his head slightly.
"No, but I am getting hungry", the pale man replied, before he slowly leaned forward and pressed his lips against the corner of Atemu's mouth. "Thank you", he whispered again, before he let go and walked away, breaking the spell completely. Atemu took a slow, shuddering breath, before he moved off the platform as well. He saw the black Dragon rising into the air, before the dark night swallowed him up and it made Atemu smile. He watched how the Elves were putting everything away, cleaning up their instruments and he was suddenly accompanied by Siamun who was eating a fruit sorbet.
"You're still up? The Dragons left ages ago", Siamun muttered and Atemu looked at him. His skin still tingled and he still felt light-headed, but then he gave a tiny smile.
"There is a lot to see in the city, even at this time of day", he answered and the elder nodded.
"Yes, there is. Well, just be careful you won't get lost, I'll be heading back inside", Siamun said and Atemu watched him. Like him, Siamun had been given on of the rooms in one of the giant palace towers. Atemu bid him goodnight and the elder left with the same farewell, leaving Atemu in the darkness of the city. Few lanterns were still lit and floating above the flowers. Many others were gone, either blown out or floating somewhere up where the Dragons had flown. Slowly, Atemu made his way back towards the palace, because, even though it was dark, he felt safe. Some lights were still burning behind the windows of homes he passed and as he got closer to the palace, he noticed it almost gave off light on its own. The white stone seemed to radiate in the darkness and he smiled at it, before moving to the door that would lead to the staircase within the tower.
"Yami?", he asked when he spotted the black Dragon in his human form near the door. When he got closer, crimson eyes looked at him expectantly. "What are you doing here? I thought you were out hunting", Atemu inquired and Yami tilted his head slightly.
"My manners abandoned me when I left you like that. I wanted to apologize and at least be sure to bring you to your rooms before I would embarrass myself any further", Yami said and Atemu smiled at him, lying a hand on Yami's shoulder.
"You don't have to apologize. It was a little sudden, but I wouldn't want you to starve because of me", the tanned man said, before he moved to the door and opened it for them both. Yami shook his head.
"It was inappropriate", he muttered, following Atemu upstairs. Gently he linked his arm around Atemu's and when rose-red eyes looked at him questioningly, he gave a small shrug. "I left you there, while everyone walked off with their arms linked. To make sure their dance partner would get home safely. I might as well try to act like a civilised being and make sure you get home safe", he explained and Atemu nodded slightly.
"I'd like that", the tanned male replied softly. "Besides, we have a long way to go", he added while gazing up the long, circling staircase. Yami chuckled softly and Atemu felt his skin tingle again. It had never really ceased, but now it flared up again and he couldn't help but tighten his arm around Yami's. He would not let go this time even though there was no reason to keep Yami next to him. Aside from the fact he felt comfortable again, felt safe, felt warm... Even the pale skin of the male next to him seemed to grow warmer by the minute and he smiled.
"I don't know if I can sleep in a bed after spending outside for so long. Remember that the first night we allowed ourselves some sleep you pulled me close so I wouldn't turn in an icicle and become inedible?", Atemu asked and Yami laughed softly.
"Yes, I remember. I have never eaten you though, but I'm glad I didn't let you freeze to death", the pale man replied. Atemu nodded.
"Although", he cut in, "I do believe there were times where you did want to eat me. I know I did".
"Mmh, yes... I remember you wishing you could slit my throat after I gobbled up that deer you just hunted", Yami said, tapping his chin with his fingers gently. Atemu nodded gravely.
"I was a little hungry at the time. But then, afterwards, we actually did very well at hunting. You scared them and I shot them". Yami smiled as he looked at Atemu.
"I did like scaring them. We made a good team at hunting and at roaming around the Adamantine Caverns. Plus, I did like how we burned Valencia City", Yami commented. Atemu rose an eyebrow.
"We? I don't recall any we. You burned and I watched is what I remember".
Yami shook his head at that. "No, you were at the head of our little army, so you burned the city as much as I did. Well, our army did. It was worth missing the breeding season for, though". Atemu smiled as he remember the corrupt city and the Dragons who recaptured it.
"Then you saved me from the acid-spitter", the tanned man said, which brought a small frown upon Yami's face.
"Not saved exactly. You will forever bear its marks", he said disapprovingly. Sometimes he still wished he had reacted quicker, that he could have actually pulled Atemu away from the acid in time, but whenever he looked at the black scars upon the tanned body he was always slapped in the face by reality. He hadn't been on time and he hadn't been able to save the male next to him. In his nightmares he could still hear him scream...
"But you killed her for me. Reian said she deserved it for no Dragon should ever harm an innocent child, so, you did save me. Had you not been there, she would have sprayed both me and the girl with enough acid to make us melt", Atemu said, breaking Yami's train of thoughts and his crimson eyes moved towards the man beside him. He let a small smile grace his lips and he was given one in return. "And now we have made friends. Human friends, Dragon friends and Elven friends. Who would've thought?"
Yami chuckled at those words. "Indeed. Human friends for the one who hates humans. We have come a long way, Atemu. A long, long way", the pale man said and they halted in front of Atemu's bedroom door. Atemu nodded.
"Yes, we have come a long way", he said, not yet letting go. He didn't want to, it felt good this way. It felt as it should, although he didn't know how he knew it was this feeling he was looking for. He couldn't even name it. Yami faced him slowly.
"It's because of your kindness", he whispered. The spell was back, they could both feel it. It made time stop, it made their skin tingle and it made them unable to look away from each other.
"And what about your kindness?", Atemu asked just as softly. Yami snorted at that.
"I possessed no kindness. You pulled the barbed harpoon-head from my body, you sew the leather of my wing even though I really didn't want you to. I threatened you and you defied me and showed me that some people did possess a good heart. You in particular", he said and Atemu smiled. He knew his face was heated from the compliment, but he wasn't embarrassed about it.
"You didn't eat me", he replied and lay a finger on Yami's lips when the other male wanted to speak up. "You didn't let me freeze to death and you sheltered me from the rain, while you could have just let me be on my own. Maybe I opened a door, but it already existed before you met me". Slowly he removed his finger, just in case Yami wanted to speak, but the other unconsciously took a step closer to the tanned man which was welcomed. Atemu could feel the heat radiating from the pale skin, comfortable and warm as it had always been.
"I should still thank you, though", Yami whispered and Atemu smiled.
"You're welcome", he replied back softly and he could feel how Yami suppressed a shudder. There was tension, even he could feel it, but he didn't want it to go away. A pale hand slowly inched its way towards his face, fingertips brushing against the skin of cheek.
"I'd like to kiss you", was the whisper.
"Haven't you already?" His question was answered by a soft snort.
"That was not a proper kiss".
"Then what is?", Atemu whispered. He had barely finished his question when soft lips pressed against his own. A thumb stroked his cheek, Yami's other hand touched the other side of his face and he fisted Yami's shirt in both hands, pulling the other man closer unconsciously. Yami sucked on his lower lip, a tongue flicking out to lick it and Atemu gasped softly. His eyes had fluttered close, the sensation of Yami's lips on his almost overwhelming. His back was firmly pressed against the door, a forked tongue touching the roof of his mouth and Atemu felt his hands jerk Yami impossibly closer. Slowly the pale lips released his own and he stared at Yami, shaking slightly, his face flushed and with Yami's forehead pressed against his own. Their noses were touching and he gazed at the red hue covering the pale cheeks.
"If you wish for me to stop, tell me now. I will put all of this in a bottle with a cork covering the lid and I'll throw it out into the sea to never find it again. Or I'll show you all of my desires till as far as you can handle", the pale man said, his breathing as laboured as Atemu's.
"What desires?", was the whispered question. Atemu felt he was shuddering, butterflies were roaming in his stomach and the kiss had left him breathless.
"To touch you, to have you, to love you", Yami answered, his thumbs stroking Atemu's face.
"You hate humans". Yami swallowed hard and Atemu's hands pulled at his shirt.
"Not you", he said.
"Show me", Atemu whispered and he felt the dam break when Yami pressed his lips against his own again. It was soft, gently and urgent, feeling as if Yami had waited too long. At the lick of a forked tongue, he parted his lips hesitantly, unsure of what to do, but that uncalled feeling of wanting more of Yami returned when that forked tongue touched the roof of his mouth again. He, somehow, undid one of his hands from Yami's shirt and tried to look for the doorknob. Lips left his own and the door opened of it's own accord perhaps, because suddenly Atemu knew he was inside his room and pressed up against the other side of the door that fell close in its lock. Yami whispered something under his breath and Atemu saw soft lights lighting up on several spots of the room, before he closed his eyes to drown in another kiss. Yami's hands brushed down his skin from his cheeks to his neck and moments later his lips were kissing the corner of Atemu's mouth before they left a butterfly trace towards a spot just below the tanned ear. A surprised gasp left Atemu's mouth and his hands jerked again to pull Yami closer.
Tanned hands slowly moved up. The silken shirt Yami wore wrinkled as they did, feeling strong muscles beneath the cloth and then they felt up a slender neck, before his fingers tangled in Yami's tri-coloured hair. Atemu heard the pale man hum in appreciation as he continued to kiss and suck on the skin of Atemu's neck. Yami went lower, one hand gently pushing the hem of Atemu's shirt away so he could kiss and suck on the junction between the tanned neck and shoulder. He was pleased to hear the laboured breathing next to his sensitive ear, to feel the tanned fingers tangle in his hair and to have to other male pulling him closer still.
Yami smiled at the shirt's low cut as he kissed lower, pushing the hem of the shirt away from his lips. His sensitive ears easily picked up Atemu's rapid heartbeat and he heard it nearly skip a beat when he let his pale hands trace the outlines of Atemu's chest and down to the man's waist. His fingers slowly pulled the material from the snug-fitting trousers Atemu wore and he shuddered when he could touch skin the same moment hot breath from tanned lips ghosted over his ear. Another shudder passed his spine when cool lips touched down upon his heated skin as Atemu tried to participate. A rumble came from Yami's chest when he felt soft butterfly-kisses upon his neck and for a moment he halted his administrations to just feel and enjoy with his own hands on the skin of Atemu's lower back.
Wanting to at least return a favour of pleasure, Atemu tried to mimic Yami's kisses. He had enjoyed them, his trembling knees and laboured breath the evidence. Those warm hands on his skin were making it hard to think straight, especially when those lips returned to his collarbone and then lowered ever so slightly. A soft growl made him pause his kissing and he waited for Yami to tell him what he did wrong, but he shuddered when warm hands moved from his lower back to his waist and then slowly up, taking his shirt with him. Thumbs danced over his ribs and they skimmed his nipples, before Yami made him take the shirt off.
"That's better", Yami whispered in his ear and for a moment he looked at the black scars covering Atemu's right arm and part of the skin covering his ribs, but then he looked back into those rose-red eyes. Slowly, he let his warm lips attach themselves back to Atemu's skin, back to the point where he had left off before he had growled softly. He let his fingers trace Atemu's spine, before he made his hands roam the front of the tanned torso. He wanted to feel everything, memorizing all that made up the other man and then he heard it. So soft, but still there, an embarrassed moan escaping Atemu's lips. He halted his kisses and fixated his gaze upon the flushed tanned face and those burning rose-red eyes. "That sound", he whispered, letting the tip of his nose touch Atemu's.
"Yes?", was the question.
"Make it again", Yami ushered, but before he could ask for it again, Atemu kissed him. Yami let him, he let the other suck on his lower lip and he let the moist tongue into his own mouth. He stroked his fingertips along Atemu's spine again at the same time he let his tongue touch the one of the other, but he didn't hear the moan. There was a noise, but more a surprised sound than that of pleasure. Fingers tangled in the hem of his own shirt, pulling it up and it slithered out of his trousers easily. He let his tongue stroke Atemu's again as he let his hands roam free and there it was, soft and delicate, but definitely there. His internal flame spirited, flaring almost uncontrollably by the wanting sound from the tanned man. He broke the kiss, an eager smile on his lips as he helped Atemu to pull his shirt off. That sound made him want more, made him hungry for something he hadn't wanted in a long time.
"That sound. Create that sound when I please you", Yami requested and he watched Atemu bite his slightly bruised bottom-lip, before cool hands roamed over his torso. Almost as if the other asked if it was okay. A growl escaped Yami's lips. "Your father left you no knowledge", he cursed, before he placed his hands atop of Atemu's, pressing the tanned hands against his skin. He leaned forwards to Atemu's ear, kissing the shell. "Whatever I touch from you, is what you may touch of me and more. Come", he said and took a gentle hold of Atemu's hands, leading him away from the door.
"Will you create a sound?", Atemu asked softly. Yami turned him so he would face the pale man and there was a smile on Yami's lips. Atemu tried to stop the trembling, the shaking, the feeling, but it all felt so good and natural. He hadn't felt a lot in years, but this was tearing at his walls. It frightened him, but he knew he could trust Yami.
"I will sound clear, I promise", the other said, following his words with a light kiss against Atemu's lips. He still held the tanned hands in his own and he stabilized the tanned man when the back of Atemu's knees hit the bed. Gently, Yami ushered Atemu onto the mattress and undid both of their boots. He crawled in-between Atemu's legs, letting them circle his outer thighs, before he kissed the tanned man and let him lie down. Skin against skin, Yami's inner fire flared at the sound of a soft moan. His chest rumbled and he groaned softly when Atemu tried to grasp something and let his finger rake across his back. He broke the kiss, letting his partner gasp for air as he let his lips move down to the front of Atemu's chest, where he had left off before. Gently, he touched the sweat-covered skin and let his forked tongue lick the nipple in front of him.
Atemu gasped softly, his hands fisting in Yami's hair as his whole body jerked at the new sensation. He trembled, lifting his knees so he could brace his feet against the mattress and the feeling of Yami's hips against his thighs made him shudder. Yami chuckled softly, his breath ghosting over the sensitive flesh, before he let his lips circle it. Gently he sucked, a genuine groan leaving Atemu's mouth who kept tangling his hair. "Mmmh, Yami", Atemu whispered, not intent on calling the other, but both the moan and name slipped from his throat. Still, Yami looked up, his tongue slithering passed his lips for a mere moment to taste the air. Atemu let his hands cup the pale face and he pulled the other in for a kiss. Yami happily obliged, coming up slightly, moving his hands from Atemu's hips to his chest to let his thumbs work on the hardened nipples.
Tanned hands moved down to mimic Yami's, and he slowly let his fingers ghost over the pale skin. Yami hummed softly, urging him further and Atemu let his hands feel more as he pressed them against the heated skin. So much the same and yet so different. Atemu shuddered when he knew he wanted to feel more. More of what was so different, of what was Yami and what made the other so suddenly alluring. He fisted the bedsheets when Yami let his lips wander down his body again, moving out of range for his hands to hold onto the other man. The forked tongue tickled his sides, before lips pressed against the black scars.
Yami found them intriguing, the mark of someone who won a battle some were meant to lose before it had ever started. He kissed the markings the ribcage gently, before he kissed his way down Atemu's flat stomach. Perhaps he was acting a little fast now, but he had to. He wanted more, he wanted to have and feel more from this beautiful body before him. Yami heard Atemu's breath hitch when his lips touched the rim of those offending trousers, but he let his thumbs stroke the inside of Atemu's raised legs and a moan reached his ears. It was a louder one then he had heard before and with an almost feral grin he let his hands stroke their way towards the button that kept everything from him.
Atemu's breath sped up against his wishes. Surely, he had been naked in front of Yami before, but never undressed by the man. The stroking had surely kept his mind in another state, but it was back and gently he grasped Yami's arms. Crimson eyes looked up at him and as if understanding, Yami pulled him up in a seating position.
"Yes?", was the soft question. Atemu didn't know. It felt right, whatever right it was and he didn't want to stop but...
"I don't want to be alone", he said. It only partially made sense in his mind and still Yami seemed to understand. He let them raise from the bed and placed Atemu's hands on his own hips.
"You won't be", Yami whispered in his ear, before kissing him gently. Atemu's breath hitched when he felt Yami stroked his outer thighs and his bum, before stroking their way up to his lower back and to trace his spine. Atemu stepped closer to Yami, the familiar warmth returning when he pressed his bare skin against Yami's. He let his hands feel the soft fabric of Yami's trousers, the outline of the pale man's bum in his hands and Yami moaned softly when Atemu pressed his thumbs deeper into the clothed flesh as if to make sure it was really there. Yami pressed him against the alabaster bedpost and wedged a knee between his legs. A small stroke of said knee made him moan louder than ever, his body shuddering and grasping Yami's hips urgently.
Again the knee stroked his clothed flesh and he shuddered, his knees trembling and he broke the kiss to lean his head against Yami's shoulder. Again it stroked and he moaned once more. "You're not alone", Yami whispered in his ear and Atemu wondered if this was what Yami felt. The wanting urge to feel more skin, to have them both bare of restrictions. He let his hands trace Yami's spine and then dip below the rim of the dark trousers as far as they could. Yami shuddered, the knee halted effectively and Atemu took a ragged breath of air. His mind stopped swirling, if only for a moment as Yami seemed to encourage him with a slightly harder stroke of his knee.
The heated skin beneath the palms of his hands felt amazing. It was still hidden, like a treasure to be uncovered and slowly Atemu let his hands roam to the front of Yami's trousers. With his head leaning upon Yami's shoulder, he could watch his hands work on the button. They trembled, but the trousers opened easily and he looked up into crimson eyes. Yami kissed him softly and in the back of his head, Atemu registered his own trousers loosening around his hips. Almost feverish with a want to thank the Dragon for understanding, for being patient, he deepened the kiss and let himself be undressed. He slid Yami's trousers passed the slender hips and let them fall to the floor. Yami helped him back to the bed, their lips still locked, but it was okay now.
Yami slowly settled himself back between Atemu's legs, letting his hands move down towards the tanned hips. He broke the kiss and then righted himself to look down upon the man before him. He stroked the flat stomach and let one hand rest upon Atemu's thigh, his thumb stroking dangerously close to the exposed flesh. He watched Atemu's eyes and he liked to see them roam, before they settled on one point.
Pushing himself up on one elbow, Atemu outstretched his free hand and touched the white scar situated between Yami's stomach and thigh. Slowly he traced it with his fingers, before he tilted his head and let his fingers travel upon the erect, pale flesh. A soft moan and visible shudder made him smile as he looked up at Yami. Something burned in those crimson eyes and slowly he lay back down. Yami's chest rumbled and he let his lips kiss Atemu's skin just below his belly button. Atemu moaned load when those lips moved upon his flesh, a forked tongue tickling his skin, before there was a soft suck on the tip. A cry escaped Atemu and he moaned when Yami kissed the head of his flesh.
Atemu shuddered as a coil tightened in his stomach and he fought it. He had felt it earlier, something twisting and turning in a pleasurable way, but if it would snap it would end. Another cry left his lips when Yami gave another suck. Atemu trembled when Yami's breath ghosted over his skin when the pale man whispered something inaudible. For a moment Atemu felt he was allowed to catch his breath when he felt Yami move, but then those lips were back upon his neck and he tilted his head away slightly to give the pale man more space. Tanned hands roamed over the pale chest, thumbs skimming over nipples and ribs, before settling upon pale hips. Gently, Atemu squeezed the skin and he heard a pleased rumble from deep within Yami's throat. Still, there was so much space between them with the pale man hoovering above him and he let his hands attach themselves to Yami's outstretched arms.
"Please", he mumbled softly, gently pressing against Yami's elbows to make them bend ever so slightly. His legs found their way around Yami's hips and even though he didn't know what he was doing, he knew it was okay to do so. No more space, no more walls. Pale arms let themselves be settled on the bed and Atemu stroked the pale back when it had lowered so that their chests were pressed together. Yami kissed him again, one hand tracing his sides, before settling on his hips. Their stomachs touched and gently Yami rocked his hips against Atemu's. He moaned loud against Atemu's lips as their members rubbed against one another. Atemu emitted a surprised sound, his back arching to get more from the delicious feeling.
Yami did it again, receiving a muffled, pleasured cry from the other male and he moaned once more himself. He broke the kiss to gasp for air, to let his forehead rest against Atemu's. Rose-red eyes looked at him, the tanned chest heaving and hips rubbing against his own in need.
"I'll take you all the way if you want. It will hurt, but that will go away", Yami whispered and he moved so he could let his fingers rest against Atemu's anus. Atemu frowned at the feeling of slick fingers against him and Yami smiled. "Elves are addicted to ultra-soft hands. Their cream will work as a lubricant, trust me", he explained, circling the only entrance to the body beneath him with one finger.
"I trust you. It's okay", Atemu whispered and Yami nuzzled him gently, before pressing his lips against the skin below Atemu's ear. As gently as he could he pressed the first digit into the tanned body, his inner flame flaring when the heat of within nearly matched his own. An uncomfortable grunt came from Atemu's lips, but slowly Yami pressed on and stilled his finger when it was fully inside. He moaned softly in the tanned ear, before he kissed his way down to the junction of Atemu's neck. He moved his finger, in and out, until he had Atemu breathing more relaxed.
"Feel me kiss you, try to relax", he whispered as he pressed his finger back into the slowly willing body. Atemu moaned softly when Yami sucked on his nipple, but he couldn't help the tensing of his body when Yami pushed a second finger inside him. It was only a bit and Yami stilled to prevent pain. Instead, he left his fingers as they were, kissing his way towards Atemu's belly-button. When Atemu relaxed he pulled his fingers from the man and lubricated them again with the cream, returning one finger easily with Atemu sighing softly at the intrusion. His second digit was gradually accepted into the warm core of the body beneath him and Yami made the rumbling sound deep within his throat. He nuzzled the flat stomach, his forked tongue flicking out to lick at the semi-erect flesh.
He couldn't wait to enter the tanned body. He wanted to please it, to have Atemu know how much he loved the male and to let him know how much he wanted him to be his. To have Atemu all to himself and to never share with anyone else. Yami smiled when Atemu shifted his hips and gently he moved his fingers in and out of the entrance. He righted himself a little, trying to get a better angle and when he pushed his fingers back into the -now- willing body he felt Atemu shudder and heard his breath hitch. Smirking, he pushed his fingers back in with slightly more force this time and Atemu moaned loud. Yami pulled his fingers from Atemu to lubricate them again and once he had both fingers back inside he let a third push in slowly. It was easier now that the cream had spread more, but displeasure still crossed Atemu's face and Yami tried to kiss it away.
The coil loosened again when Yami stretched him again. Atemu took deep breaths, trying to focus on Yami kissing his stomach and licking his flesh. It took a while to relax, but if he wanted that feeling back, the feeling made him tingle all over and made the coil so tight it would almost snap, he had to let Yami move his fingers again. He shifted his hips, moaning softly at the feeling of having something inside him. Yami happily obliged to the request and stretched Atemu further as he pushed his fingers in and out of the tanned body. Atemu moaned constantly now, bringing a smirk to the pale lips and Yami flicked his tongue at the spilled pre-cum when he had the chance. Soon, now. Soon he would let his partner fall over the edge, feel the bliss that brought a bonding and an unwanted rumble emerged from within him.
Slowly he pulled his fingers from Atemu and then slicked his flesh. He shuddered as he touched himself, before he captured Atemu's attention by pressing a kiss against the parted lips. Rose-red eyes looked at him and he rubbed his nose against Atemu's.
"I love you", he whispered softly, pressing his flesh against the prepared entrance. The tip went in easier than he had anticipated, but the tensing muscles made him halt. Yami trembled, his mind blank and tumbling at the same time. Atemu took deep breaths and Yami pushed in slightly more. Atemu's hands wrinkled the sheets and the tanned man could feel his muscles tensing. He told them to relax, but they wouldn't listen. The coil loosened, his body stopped tingling with good feelings. He tried to take deep breaths and listen to Yami breathing above him, but he almost couldn't hear him through the haze that took over his mind. He shifted his hips slightly, trying to find a less painful angle, but that didn't work. He groaned softly, could feel Yami's hands upon his hips to hold him still. Another push and even though it didn't hurt as much as the acid or the fire, Atemu cried out.
"Hush, it's okay", Yami suddenly whispered in his ear and the pale man kissed the spot beneath the appendage. Heated hands rubbed his legs and outer thighs, as if to distract him from the thick flesh buried deep within him. Atemu loosened his legs around the pale waist and slowly undid the sheets from his death-grip when Yami tried to hold them. Pale hips rolled softly, testing the boundaries and even though there was pain in Atemu's gasp, there was also surprise and pleasure. The amount was small, but it was there. Yami let his forked tongue slither passed his lips, tasting the air around them and rolled his hips again. A moan this time and he pulled his hips back slightly, before pushing back in.
Atemu groaned, his legs tightening again slightly, before he could relax once more. He was burning, he was sure of it, but he rolled his own hips and Yami pulled out farther and pushed back in quicker this time. He moaned, his face contorting, before relaxing again. Yami repeated the process and Atemu heard him moan this time. He listened for it and smiled when he heard the sound again as Yami pushed back into him. The pale man released his hands to take a hold on his hips and the push and pull occurred faster this time. The angle was different and Atemu groaned, fisting the sheets again. More of Yami's flesh went from his body and pushed back in and Atemu could feel his breath quickening. He tried to follow the pace, rolling his hips slightly to give Yami more room to push into him. The coil tightened again, he could feel it in his stomach and he moaned softly.
A touch, it was perhaps a mere touch, but it made him cry out in surprise and pleasure all the same. His skin tingled, he tightened his legs around Yami's waist in a good way and he bucked his hips to have Yami hit that spot again. He could hear the rumble from Yami continuously now, along with the moaning and the panting. Atemu cried out when the spot was hit at a better angle this time, his skin aflame and he called Yami's name. The coil tightened ever more as that spot was hit over and over again. Yami had quickened his pace, pushing into him with more force than before and he mimicked the rocking rhythm as quickly as he could. He couldn't stop crying out, with every thrust of the hard flesh he felt things he had never ever felt and they were addicting. For a moment he looked at the Dragon who brought all these feelings, his eyes closed and his pale body covered in slick sweat. Then those crimson eyes fixated upon him, as if Yami had felt him staring and a rather harsh thrust had him screaming in pleasure.
A hand squeezed his flesh and Atemu cried out again and his legs tightened around Yami's waist. He wanted to draw the man nearer, more into him and then the stroking. The hard squeezes that made his skin burn and made the coil tighten so much it hurt.
"Mmh Yami", he whined, afraid it would all end, but then he could feel the tickling sensation of Yami's forked tongue.
"Let go", the Dragon breathed, pushing into the Atemu's body with want. He wanted this man to release, to show him what pleasure he brought. Atemu screamed as Yami made a hard thrust against the man's prostate and the pale hand rubbed his flesh towards the tip where the thumb stroked the sensitive head quickly. The coil let go, snapping on cue and white sperm spilled from the tip, Atemu's body tensing as the pleasure coursed through his body.
Yami moaned loud, pushing into the tensing body, hitting Atemu's prostate over and over again to prolong the pleasure. The skin of his flesh burned and as he pushed into Atemu, he cried out when he came. His hips were jerking uncontrollably as he spilled himself inside the tanned body, his body trembling as the onslaught ended and their jagged breathing filled the room. Atemu occasionally moaned softly, hazy rose-red eyes trying to see beyond the stars. He let go of the sheets with one hand and grasped Yami's pale arm. He pulled at the appendage and the owner of said arm followed willingly, lying his head upon Atemu's heaving chest.
Yami let moans leave his throat as he tried to catch his breath and he focused on the rapid heartbeat beneath his ear. Atemu stroked his arm and let the fingers of his other hand stroke his sweat-covered back. Where the man found the strength, Yami didn't know. He didn't want to move anymore, content with his current position. He could die happily now, having watched all walls Atemu had created over the past ten years crumble as he had pleased the body beneath him. He had not only left the body bare, but also the soul. Yami merely hoped those walls couldn't be rebuild throughout the night.
With his eyes half-lidded and having found some strength somewhere within, he slowly rose and pulled his flesh from the tanned body. Atemu moaned at the loss, before he sat up slowly. His body protested, as it was too tired to care, but he wriggled the blankets from beneath him and he blushed slightly when he knew Yami was watching him clean himself slightly. Then he looked up, locking his eyes with the crimson ones.
"Will you stay?", he asked softly and he watched a tired smile form on Yami's lips.
"That's the other best part of this evening. We cuddle and sleep", was the whispered reply and slowly Yami drew Atemu against his chest as he lay down. He retrieved a pillow from somewhere off the floor as did Atemu, before they settled down. Atemu let his hands roam over the pale chest, the skin still burning hot and he snuggled closer to the other man. Yami nuzzled his hair slightly, a content sigh falling over his lips.
"Thank you", he whispered and Atemu mumbled something softly. Yami smiled. "For trusting me", he added and Atemu let his hand stroke over the pale stomach affectionately. Then he let his black and tanned arm circle the pale waist and Atemu felt how Yami tried to pull him closer. Content and comfortable, Atemu fell asleep.
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He is beautiful, Yami mused as he let his gaze wander over the sleeping body in bed. Gently he placed the tray on the bedside table, before discarding his robe. His eyes roamed over the half-covered body, the uncovered half revealing a contently sleeping face and softly falling and rising bare chest. Atemu was hugging his pillow against his face, breathing evenly and Yami smiled at the sight before him. Slowly he moved the covers with his hand and climbed back into bed. He didn't halt when the tanned man mumbled softly and instead moved back to Atemu's side. As he lay down, a black and tanned arm circled around his waist and Atemu nuzzled the side of his chest gently.
"Yami", was the soft murmur, cool breath ghosting over his heated skin and Yami felt his inner flame burning fiercer at the feeling.
Atemu slowly lifted his head to look at Yami and he smiled slightly at the confused look on Yami's face. "How did you know it was me?", the pale man asked and the question made Atemu's smile broaden. He snuggled back against Yami, pressing his naked body against the warm, equally as bare body next to him.
"Because I know it's you who has warm skin like this. Because I know you wouldn't let anyone else in this room of fear they could hurt me. You promised me, so all options of whom would enter this bed were you", Atemu reasoned, then as an afterthought added: "You also said you wouldn't leave for long when you actually left this morning".
"I see", Yami merely commented, his hand unconsciously stroking Atemu's bare back. Slowly he moved, propping pillows up against the headboard and letting the tanned male rest his head on his stomach. Atemu tried to move, but groaned uncomfortably when he did so. It hurt, his body was clear on that and so was Yami, who immediately tried to comfort him by letting him lie back down.
"Ssh, don't overdo it", the pale man said and Atemu sighed softly, but let himself rest against Yami's warm body. He noticed the tray on the bedside table and rose an eyebrow.
"Where did you go to this morning anyway?", he asked softly and Yami chuckled softly.
"I retrieved breakfast for the both of us", was the answer and Atemu hummed softly when Yami got the tray and placed it onto the bed. The sight of warm toast with butter and sugar-covered strawberries made his stomach rumble.
"This looks very nice, but why did you take it all the way up here?", the tanned man asked softly. Yami nuzzled his hair as he plucked a strawberry from a set-aside bowl and fed it to Atemu.
"It is customary for the receiver to rest and be pampered by the other. I like to follow that custom, as I know you need rest and I don't mind pampering you. That means I have to bring you breakfast, but I figured that dropping a dead deer on the bed would be out of the question", Yami stated and it made Atemu chuckle.
"Yes, it would. This is a much better option", the tanned man replied as he let Yami feed him. He heard a soft rumble and smiled at the sound of appreciation.
"Good, because after breakfast, I'd like for us to have a long warm bath. It will help with your muscles and I get to touch more of you, before I'll take you back to bed to cuddle all day", Yami said, before he took a bite of the warm toast himself. Atemu hummed softly, but didn't reply directly. These feelings were new to him. He had noticed this morning when he had woken to singing birds and the sun shining through the window he felt a little different. At first he had been afraid Yami had left, but when he had remembered the spoken words he had felt at ease. It was a feeling he had only felt recently, but this was the first time he could actually name it. He had noticed his walls had crumbled down and that he wanted Yami to return as quickly as possible to be back in the safety of those warm, strong arms. It confused him, yet it pleased him and it angered him. His emotions were a jumbled mess, but he already had had some time to sort them out. And now Yami was back, he didn't want to think about it for a little while. Maybe tomorrow when he felt better.
"I'm really glad you didn't drop a dead deer on the bed", Atemu commented and he enjoyed listening to Yami's rumbling chuckle from within his chest.
"So am I. This is much more enjoyable", Yami whispered, his arm circling the slender waist of the tanned male as he nuzzled him some more, a soft purr escaping his lips.
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Thank you for reading. I hope you really enjoyed it. If you find the time, please leave a review, but I am long glad you took the time to read, so you've already made my day.
If some things did not make sense, don't worry. It's meant to not make sense just yet. :)